Chapter 6 Save me, please, kill me
Before I knew it, after visiting the Yaozhi Ring Field and the Lingqu Tower, the morning was completely over and it was time for lunch.
Since Shangguan Jieshu had offered to treat everyone to lunch at the beginning, they were the first to stand up when the door of Lingqu Tower opened.
Fortunately, they were sitting in the back row and no one noticed their departure. Even after the drums stopped beating, they were still savoring the opera they had just heard.
But this was only the situation in the hall. In the private rooms upstairs where no one was watching, there were two rooms where people were staring at Xu Ren'er and his group, observing their every move.
In the top-notch box, there were two elderly women. One looked to be around 65 years old, and the other looked to be around 100 years old and was about to pass away.
These two people have similar facial features and outstanding temperament, and are most likely a mother and daughter.
Their clothes may seem low-key, but no one would think that they are dressed simply. After all, those clothes are made of the finest fabrics in the entire palace.
"What is the Queen Mother looking at?"
Fang Tongxi looked at Fang Henglan beside him and asked.
Fang Henglan, the current Empress Dowager of Juzi Kingdom, was Yong Wushu's best friend who fought side by side with her in the past.
She stared straight at Tang Qiuyue in the crowd, her eyes unfocused, as if she was recalling something.
The girl in red was too similar to Yong Wushu in her memory.
Many people's impression of Yong Wushu comes from the stone statue she once carved with her own hands. However, they don't know that Yong Wushu's face before the age of fifteen was actually different from her face after the age of fifteen.
In order to escape from the terrible Juzi Kingdom, Yong Wushu and she had both changed their appearances, and no one knew what they really looked like.
Among that group of people back then, she was the only one who still remembered Yong Wushu.
"Nothing. Let's go back to the palace."
Fang Henglan withdrew his gaze and spoke slowly.
This top-notch box is a fixed location and is exclusively Fang Henglan's personal space. Even Fang Tongxi can only enter this box with her permission.
Every once in a while, Fang Henglan would come to the Listening Music Tower and watch the opera actors in the stands perform the life story of Yong Wushu.
Seeing that Fang Henglan was unwilling to say more, Fang Tongxi did not ask any further questions. She just secretly planned in her heart that after returning to the palace, she would send someone to keep an eye on the woman that Fang Henglan was staring at.
She had a premonition that the woman in red might be able to resolve the knot in her mother's heart that had been bothering her for many years.
And just two floors below their box, in an unnoticed corner, was another box of a slightly lower grade.
There was a group of people here who wrapped themselves tightly in white clothes, with only a pair of eyes exposed, staring at Xu Ren'er and his group for a long time.
Strictly speaking, he was staring at Mo Youli among them.
From the first second Mo Youli walked into Lingqu Tower, they noticed him and kept staring at him as if he were looking at a life-saving straw. They were not willing to look away until Mo Youli was completely gone.
"He must be the High Priest."
One of them affirmed.
The others nodded in agreement, their eyes excited and shining fiercely.
Whether in appearance, temperament, or demeanor, Mo Youli is exactly the same as the High Priest in their memory. He must be the reincarnation of the High Priest.
Very good! !
Everyone in the box thought in unison:
Their hard days are finally over!
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Xu Ren'er and his group arrived at Cizhu Pavilion early.
The decoration design of Cizhu Pavilion is not gorgeous. The overall color tone is light, removing bright colors and complicated decorations. It uses green and white as the main colors and has a simple and elegant style.
It is surrounded by lush green bamboos and the air is fresh and pleasant, giving people a fresh and peaceful feeling.
There are many kinds of vegetarian dishes in Cizhu Pavilion, but only one kind of meat dish, which is pork. All meats are parts of the pig. The only difference is probably the names of the dishes.
This was Shangguan Jieshu's first time at Cizhu Pavilion, and he didn't know what the delicious food was here.
After thinking about it, he asked the waiter to bring all the signature dishes. They took a few bites of each dish and always found the flavor they liked.
After today's outing, the group of people were still somewhat interested and continued to talk about their impressions of the trip. They chatted enthusiastically until the food came and they stopped eating for a while.
The food at Cizhu Pavilion matches its exterior design very well. It has a light flavor, uses less salt and oil, and brings out the original flavor of the ingredients to the fullest.
Even the few pork dishes are not greasy at all. This is probably because the ingredients have been processed beforehand and the fat and water from the pig have been squeezed out in advance. They are fat but not greasy and taste great.
Everyone enjoyed the lunch very much.
After we had our fill, the store owner offered us some fruit as a dessert.
"Zhuidu, why did the three people who clashed with you today say that you were a sinner of the Wuya tribe?"
Shangguan Jieshu asked casually.
As soon as he said it, he regretted it.
He just wanted to chat after dinner and picked a topic at random. He happened to think of the little episode of chasing drugs this morning, and blurted it out subconsciously.
Now that the word "sinner" has been mentioned, it is obviously not a good thing!
Whatever the situation, the reason behind it must be very serious. They are not particularly close friends, so how can this be a suitable topic for small talk? ! !
After thinking about it, he immediately made up for it:
"It's okay if you don't want to say it, hahaha! I was just asking casually. If you really can't, just pretend I never said anything..."
"No need." Without waiting for Shangguan Jieshu to finish and smooth things over, Zhui Du immediately said in a calm tone:
"This is not something that cannot be discussed. If you ask anyone in Juzi Country, you will find out.
I come from a branch of the Wuya tribe in Juzi Country. Our tribe is naturally good at controlling insects, but most of the time it is through communication.
Because we believe that insects are equal to us and are lifelong friends that should never be betrayed, we must never use commands to make demands on insects.
I used to be a member of the Mistbud Tribe. Before my friend Zhui Dao died, I shared their values. I also believed that it was not appropriate to command insects."
When Mo Youli heard this, he frowned slightly and asked:
"Chasing Dao?"
Seeing the confused eyes of the crowd, Zhui Du thought for a moment, and a light purple insect suddenly crawled out from his sleeve. Zhui Du slowly said:
“This kind of insect is called Zisha Guiming. My friend Zhui Dao knows that it is a type of Zisha Guiming.
The Purple Gauze Puppet is a bug with a tragic fate. Before it dies, it will endure excruciating pain that will last for a whole day.
Unable to live, unable to die, this is their destined journey. Only after experiencing this pain completely can they truly step into death.
Zisha Kuiming has had an inexplicable belief since birth.
They stubbornly believed that only by enduring this kind of severe physical pain before death, when they were reborn as insects in the next life, they would be able to gain the ability to reproduce and contribute to the insect race like Zisha Kuiming.
My friend Zhuidao also thinks so.
Until I was fifteen years old, Zhui Dao's life was about to end. In order to understand Zhui Dao better in the last days, I worked hard to practice my communication skills, and my ability finally reached a higher level.
My ability was no longer simply communication, but a true connection of hearts and minds. Thus, on the last day of Zhui Dao's death, I clearly heard Zhui Dao's true voice.
Mo Youli: "What did it say?"
Zhui Du's eyes were blurred, as if he was lost in his memories.
"It said, save me, please, kill me."
It was an extremely painful memory. He thought that his friend was eager and willing to endure this pain. It was the belief of their race and could not be changed.
But when he actually heard Zhui Dao's voice, he suddenly realized:
How could there be a creature in this world that truly desires pain?
They simply cannot resist the beliefs that have been instilled into their flesh and blood since birth, and dare not actively ask for help. In fact, they are also rejecting and afraid in their hearts.
And on that day, he killed his best friend with his own hands.
"Zhuidao, I never thought that you were living in such pain."
Zhui Du had tears in his eyes.
If this is true, even if he will never get a response from the insects and cannot control them in this life, he is willing to do it himself and kill Zisha Kuiming directly.
"don't want!"
Zhui Du raised his right hand and placed his thumb and index finger on Zhui Dao's body, ready to strangle him to death with his own hands. However, Zhui Dao seemed to have a premonition and stopped him in time.
"Zhuidao, why...what are you still worried about..."
The entire insect seemed incredibly weak. While feeling the pain, it tried its best to leave behind a trace of what it wanted to express:
"My...fellow tribesmen..."
As soon as these four words came out, Zhui Du understood.
Besides Zhui Dao, the Wu Ya Clan also had many Purple Gauze Gui Ming. He helped Zhui Dao, but what about the other Purple Clay Gui Ming? What should they do?
In that instant, Zhui Du's brain was working frantically, thinking about many things...
He thought of the taboos of his clan. If he wanted to have the best of both worlds and help all the Zerg of Zisha Guiming...
Then he can no longer use this method of communication!
His lips trembled slightly, his fists clenched tighter and tighter, his eyes changing repeatedly, hesitation, confusion, doubt...
All kinds of emotions were swirling in his mind...
After a long time, his fists gradually relaxed, his lips stopped trembling, and his eyes gradually became firm, as if he had made up his mind.
"Zhuidao, I command you to rush to your death now."
I promise you, Zhuidao, after you die, I will help all the purple gauze puppets so that they will no longer suffer.
After Zhuidao's death, Zhuidu tried to change the way the Wuya tribe controlled insects. He lobbied all parties and told everyone about his discovery.
As for the result, it was naturally met with strong resistance.
The Wuya people believed in his genius, but they did not believe that his genius had reached the level where he could listen to the voices of insects.
Because such a character has never appeared in the history of the clan.
They just thought he was crazy and started talking nonsense relying on his status as a genius in the tribe.
This resistance made him feel deeply powerless.
For the first time, he understood how difficult and arduous it was to change people's minds.
But he couldn't just sit back and watch the insect Zisha Kuiming.
He had promised to pursue the Dao, and he must complete it.
Since the tribe was unwilling to accept his proposed knowledge, he simply went all out and took away all the purple gauze puppets of the Wuya tribe, instantly becoming the recognized sinner of the Wuya tribe.
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